I have been wanting to blog for a long time. I have been wanting to write about my life because it's a-changing. And I want to remember these days, but I am certain that I will forget. So here is my posterity.
We've had a bit of a rough go, here at Casa Steele. A speed bump, so to speak. For all the ways that our life has stayed the same - same jobs, same school, same house, no babies - we are also forced to accept the realities that raising a largish family is difficult. We have boys who are turning into Big Boys and girls who are turning into Young Ladies. They are opinionated and interested and rambunctious. We try our darndest and yet, they are left wanting. Thus is the reality of raising children, right?
And it is ugly sometimes. There is dirty hair and body odor. There are skinned knees and ripped jeans. Shoes are scuffed - hair is too long - and teeth aren't clean enough. Oh the perfection I could achieve..... if only it were possible.
And through my frustration there is joy. To my complete surprise in this adventure we call daily life, never once have I thought about "me" - for this is my family: My heart outside of my body - my blood pumping through another network of veins. The love, the complete and total love that I feel for my husband, has manifested itself in this incredible family that continues to reveal itself to me day after day. For every tear there are a hundred smiles - for every frustration there are a thousand rewards.
This is my family. Thank you Dear Lord for the privilege.
